Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

7.11.2006

bandaged up

"It's really very easy to be a writer; all you have to do is sit down at the typewriter and open a vein." Sportswriter Red Smith

Thanks for indulging yesterday's bloodletting. Onward.

So, God and I had a little chat last night. In his infinite wisdom, He reminded me of two things:

1. Allyson Marie Moore is not God (i.e. stop trying to gain control over the unknown)
2. Kenya is a gift - not a burden.

As I happen to like giving presents, I'll assume that God does too. In that case, I'll be a good little girl and accept this pretty little one that I'll be unwrapping soon.

I'm packing up the last suitcase tonight :)

Today's Soundtrack: Hell Yes - Beck - Guero

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